Chapter 3093 The Great Elder’s Heroic Soul

"fried rice?"

When Zhao Heng appeared in Jack's residence in the slum and carefully pushed open the door, he heard the hissing sound of the hot oil-sliding pan, indicating that it was already a meal time. At the same time, Zhao Heng also saw Hua Yingxiong wearing an apron and holding a spatula in his sight.

The latter seemed to guess that Zhao Heng appeared, so he didn't even turn his head back. He just knocked six eggs into the pot, and a fragrance suddenly rose in the room. Then, Zhao Heng heard Hua Yingxiong say lightly: "Come? Haven't eaten yet, right? If you don't dislike it, eat here at noon."

Hua Yingxiong rolled the eggs very quickly and smashed them into pieces. It can be seen that his craftsmanship is first-class. When Zhao Heng admired his cooking movements, the old man added: "You have never been a picky person. Can you cook a rice and make a bowl of soup?"

"sure!"

Zhao Heng opened his mouth without hesitation and then his eyes became deeper: "I have eaten bark, how could the overseas Chinese be so fond of egg fried rice?" There was no hidden arrow and no explanation, and the tone was a little more peaceful. Zhao Heng said, "Have you recovered my memory?"

Although his momentum is almost the same, Zhao Heng could already feel the changes of Hua Yingxiong, and the latter did not hide at all. He poured a large bowl of rice into the pot, and then smiled faintly: "Can you have the leisure to eat fried rice with eggs and calmly talk to you, do you think I will recover?"

"But if I can, I'd rather be thirty-two!"

Zhao Heng immediately felt a hint of joy when he was confirmed. He could not have thought that the difficult problem would be solved like this: "I know you don't want to recall the past, but compared to the cold scattered thirty-one, I would rather see the ruthless hero Hua. By the way, how did you recover your memory?"

Hearing the following sentence, Hua Yingxiong's movements stopped slightly, and then he spoke lightly: "Jessie was dead, died in front of me. I was stimulated, so I remembered everything, and then killed John and the others, destroying Hohenland and Henry!"

When Zhao Heng was shocked by the news that Jessica died suddenly, Hua Yingxiong added: "I also killed more than 70 people in Hoheng Manor, but Hoheng David was not my move. If I guess it was good, it was probably because of Shangguan Yue, and I was just a cover for the other party."

Zhao Heng touched the corner of his mouth: "How did Jessica die?"

Hua Yingxiong let out a long breath and then briefly described the abandoned factory to Zhao Heng. When the latter was thinking, the old man sighed: "Jack saved me, but I injured him. I promised to protect Jessica, but I sent her into the incinerator. It was a disaster."

Zhao Heng took two steps forward and leaned on the bed of the hero Hua's pose: "This is not your original intention, nor are they hurt you, let alone you destroy Hohenland and the others, you have avenged Jessica, so you don't need to feel too guilty, and they don't want you to blame yourself!"

"I don't kill Boren, but Boren died because of me!"

Hua Yingxiong's right hand trembled and kept rolling the fried rice: "If I hadn't met me, how could they end up like this? Master Mingyue said to me that I didn't believe it at that time, but now I know the master's motto."

Zhao Heng let out a long breath and walked to Hua Yingxiong and spoke: "Jessica is Adolf's woman. Hohenland said that she is not a matter of one or two days, so no matter whether you and Jack have any interaction, their fate will not be too good, and they can only die with hatred."

"Now, you at least have revenge!"

Hua Yingxiong smiled bitterly when he heard this, and picked up a big porcelain bowl: "I can only comfort myself like this, don't worry, I'm fine! By the way, Hohenland told me that Jack has been handed over to you? Has he lie? If he plays with me, I don't mind giving him a few more knifes!"

Zhao Heng looked at Hua Yingxiong putting fried rice into a bowl, and a smile appeared on his lips to respond: "Jack did deliver it to me last night! I have asked the best doctor to treat him. I can't guarantee that he can wake up, but he can live the rest of his life with peace of mind."

"I won't let him get hurt anymore!"

Hua Yingxiong showed a kind smile when he heard this and handed Zhao Heng a porcelain bowl filled with fried rice: "Thank you, although you know you don't need these two words, your thoughts on Jack and Jessica still make me want to say thank you. I owe them too much."

Zhao Heng did not respond directly to his topic, but just picked up a spoon, put a bite of egg fried rice into his mouth, chewed it for a few times and praised: "This egg fried rice is well made, and the grains are separated, and the egg fragrance is in the rice. Lao Hua, indeed, he has opened a restaurant in Xinjiang City, and his skills are quite good!"

When the hero Hua smiled bitterly, Zhao Heng looked at his face and said, "Lao Hua, leave the end of the Huoheng family to deal with. You go back to the Berlin Hospital to continue the plastic surgery. The doctor has just cleared the burns and dead flesh on your face. You must transplant it as soon as possible to restore the original appearance!"

"Thank you for your kindness!"

Hua Yingxiong also served a bowl of fried rice, then opened a small table, and brought a large bowl of bone soup from the rice cooker: "I have decided not to return to the original appearance, just keep the current appearance, so that I can feel confused about the past and make it more convenient for me to do things."

Zhao Heng was stunned, then sighed: "Why? In fact, you can find a place to live in seclusion now. Everything you have to do has been done. Jiang Zhonghua has died. The leader Lin Shenghua and Lin Yahou have also fallen to the ground. You are worthy of China!"

"You can take a break."

Hua Yingxiong put a mouthful of fried rice into his mouth, and then spoke in a plain voice: "I am worthy of Hua Guo, but I am sorry to Hua Yixi. Hua Yixi's whereabouts are still unknown. I always have to find him. Whether it is life or death, there must be a result! Otherwise, how can I rest with peace of mind?"

Some things you know you shouldn't do, but you have to do, and you can't even control yourself. These things seem to have irresistible temptation. In addition, there are some things you shouldn't do, but you can't even escape because you are forced by the environment.

He glanced at Zhao Heng: "I know you will help me, but I know you are also plagued by everything now. Tang Wenjing has told me all the things these days. Russia's hands have not been completely finished, and the plan to change the sky has not completely aborted. You need to go back to China to pay attention in secret!"

A hint of melancholy surged on his face: "I am still a wanted criminal in China. I am afraid that it will be difficult to go back to China in this life. Many matters cannot and cannot be handled. You can only control them yourself. Therefore, Hua Yixi's affairs can no longer be consumed, so I will handle them!"

"You are loyal enough to China, but you have become the one you want to be arrested in China!"

Zhao Heng took a sip of hot soup: "Do you regret it?"

A smile flashed across Hua Yingxiong's face, and he pinched the spoon and responded softly: "I never regard myself as a great man, nor do I hope to be remembered for the eternal truth. I just want to do something for that land and that country. Maybe it is unknown or the effort is rewarded."

"But I have a clear conscience!"

Hua Yingxiong sighed: "That's enough!" Then he smiled again, patted Zhao Heng on the shoulder and said: "Besides, I have at least you, a friend of age. You know that I understand me, and you spare no effort to help me. This is enough to make me smile!"

Zhao Heng nodded slightly without saying anything. After drinking a sip of hot bone soup, he said lightly: "In a few days, Shanchuan Yiqing will be married!" When the heroes in China stopped moving slightly, Zhao Heng whispered: "Don't you go to Japan to have a look?"

"What's the best thing about Shanchuan Yiqing's wedding?"

Hua Yingxiong returned to his calm: "Don't think too much!"

Zhao Heng laughed loudly, and then stopped obsessing with the topic. He just patted Hua Yingxiong on the shoulder and said, "Okay, I don't want to do much, and I will follow your wishes and don't make trouble. But there is a news to tell you that after Shanchuan Yiqing killed Boy Lin, he spoke to me on the phone!"

He looked at the old man whose face changed slightly: "He told the Sun family that his family was in a chemical factory, which made me avoid the attack of the disguised killer. However, Sun Potang heard the call. He was very curious about Shanchuan Yiqing talking to me, so he wrote the question into the email and sent it to his master!"

Zhao Heng calmly said, "Yiqing Shanchuan is afraid of danger!" When the Chinese hero's movements were slightly absent, Zhao Heng held his bowl and walked towards the door: "If you have time, go to Japan for a walk. Don't be afraid of anything, just be afraid of ten thousand. Today's meal is a farewell."

He stuffed a bite of fried rice into his mouth: "Life well!"

When Zhao Heng's convoy came out of the slum, a dilapidated car fell half of the window. A Japanese woman first looked at the direction where Zhao Heng left, and then turned her eyes to the dilapidated slum: "I didn't expect that there were people Zhao Heng cared about in this place!"

Her slender and fair fingers gently tapped the car window, and the smile on her face became more charming: "Fenglang, you drive with Zhao Heng, and write down all his whereabouts, and then tell the Prime Minister in a slum to take a look and see who Zhao Heng had just met!"

The Japanese woman pushed the door out and chuckled:

"The great elder's heroic soul needs a little blood to drift."
Chapter completed!